Betrayal : Assassin!Asma

A/N: Assassin!Asma's only chance at love was a fellow assassin who was trained by the same people who forced her into this business. His name/code name was Phaser. The two knew each other since childhood and developed feelings for one another until Phaser saw something that could become more profitable for him. She, on the other hand, never saw his betrayal coming and was already dreaming about a life with him, out of the business. They were in their early 20's (circa 24/25) when their lives changed forever. I'm telling the exact moment he chose to betray her from HIS point of view.

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Here I am sitting on the couch with my grey suit on while she was dancing in front of me, her shoes in her hand and that sexy little white dress still clinging to her body. We were in a very large hotel room, pretending to be a rich couple who decided to spend the holidays at a sunny place with a private beach. We weren't here for holidays though, we were supposed to abduct Johnny Malone, one of the richest businessman of the USA, one who would be emptied like a pig, from both his money and possessions /and/ his blood. We simply needed to find the right moment to kidnap him without leaving any evidence of our existence. This kind of thing always takes time. We know it.

I remember how much she loved dancing. During our undercover missions she would always take the opportunity to show off her dance moves and usually, she would have me dance with her. I couldn't complain though, I loved when she was dancing because she was the happiest. Her smiles weren't fake ones, her laughter was real and the heat of her skin that followed this moment of freedom was addictive to me. She was beautiful, lethally beautiful. Who wouldn't have fallen for this girl from Africa, with a heavy accent and gorgeous features? For a girl with natural pink hair and demon eyes who always wore special lenses and wigs to hide? For a sensual woman who could kill you with her bare hands?

We've been discussing our future for quite some times now. This mission had already taken 6 months of our lives and how convenient it was to have us both play a couple. Where did the dream start and where did it end? I couldn't tell. My feelings were confused by the mission or maybe I told myself this in order to take as much distance from her as possible. I loved her already, she was my only friend ever since we were children. I'm only two years older than her, abducted at about 2 years old, I was trained just like her to become a master of my craft. We were killers, cold-blooded killers after all. My body was covered with scars, one was shaped like an X and was on my back but the scar I treasured the most was the one on my shoulder blade. It was a bullet impact, my very first bullet I received when I was at the tender age of 4. It was a test ran by the Shadow League, in order to see if I was strong enough to survive and undergo their training from hell. I survived, I didn't even cry they said. Maybe it could explain why I love to use guns so much when I kill and why I earned the epithet: « The silent man ».

I am looking at her, being so happy and turning in a circle until she dropped her shoes and stared at me straight in the eyes. She grabbed her wig and threw it away, removed her lenses and threw them away. I could remember the very words she kept telling over and over again. « You are the only one I will ever trust. » How empowering ! how arousing!I stare at her perfect body, ripped and thick like an amazon and I already start to unbutton my shirt, exposing my ripped torso to her. I wasn't too muscular, my muscles were more lean than bulky because of the martial arts I practiced but it never bothered me when we were together. She giggled and knelt on the floor before crawling towards me and put her arms on my lap. I stared at her and ran my hand through her curly hair and grabbed a fist of them. She hissed and sunk her nails into my thighs. How lovely she looked just right now, just right in between my legs.

I really could have done it, you know, leave it all behind and go with her. I wanted to be happy and I have tasted happiness by her sides. We could have lived differently, have our extinguished families have their revenge on the very ones we were working for. We even could have gone together against the league and wipe it in a couple of hours but I had other plans. I was almost 30, past beyond redemption. What I could do however was to make a profit of my skills, have the league destroyed and make my own. I would be my own boss, the only one to give orders, the only one to take the money I deserved. The idea aroused me even more. I wanted power, I wanted to control and in spite of my love for her, I already had a plan in motion. I ran my hand over her neck and gently squeezed it, only to make her gasp a little for air before she grabbed my hand and slowly rose from the floor to reach out to my face. I squeezed harder and she clawed my chest with her nails, forcing me to release her neck and allow her to breathe with more ease. She straddled me and grabbed my hands.

«We're close to our goal Phaser. I can't believe we're this close to being free. »

She was excited, I could tell. I could have felt a little remorse for betraying her, but all I could see was my future, one where I was the real winner. I had to hurt her in the worst way possible. She would believe I died, tomorrow. She would give me all of her love and I would give her hope. I would give her all the love I can possibly have for her and let it die with my faux-death. To become king, I have to sacrifice my feelings for I would never be able to rule if she's in my life. I would use her as a pawn, have her wipe the league for me and I know she would because her future would be robbed from her. My beautiful, look at me, look at me with your eyes filled with love. Bask in our communion, rejoice in our embrace. I will love you so much that I would leave a red print on you. My darling dear, my sweet Daughter of Death, tonight we'll become one and tomorrow I will use you until you die. My sweet lover, mon amour.

« I love you Oya. I love you more than you can imagine. Tomorrow we'll walk on this Earth free. »

She nodded and cupped my cheeks to steal a searing kiss. I put my hands on her back and lift her dress up to her waist. I couldn't help but feel sad though. A part of me didn't want to hurt her this way and in my kisses, I already professed my love for her, my confession for my sins to come, my devotion to her happiness and the need of her for my ascending. She would never know....

She would never know.....

Or so I thought.

A little punishment. Marcos x Asma x Katarina -mature content-

So basically... out of nowhere, came this! (still our little shenanigans but hush) :D be offended my dears! be very! :p Marcos and Katarina belong to my friends!

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I caught a glimpse, it was almost an accident. I woke up early this morning and wanted to take a shower. On my way to the bathroom, I stopped by Katarina and Marcos bedroom. Marcos was sleeping but Katarina wasn't in bed. Curiously, I ventured towards her changing room, and I saw her there, already fresh and clean and in the middle of her daily morning routine. I gasped and hid behind the wall, pretending I wasn't there. My breath was short, my knees went weak. She was splendid. She was beautiful. I tried to force myself to leave the room. Marcos was there, still sleeping and the bed was messy. It smelled passion, raw, sweat, desire and body fluids. It smelled nice, it was arousing. She was arousing. I couldn't avoid it and looked past the door, only to see her gracious and lush silhouette. She had already noticed me, I knew, but I didn't care. The little smirk she had on her lips was an evidence, a little mystery she left for me to decode." I see you." That was the message. I smirked and leaned my head against the wall as I watched her brush her gorgeous jet black hair. She had crossed her legs and was tantalizing me. "Come closer, I know you want." These legs would have said it, if they could talk and I would have obeyed.  My breathing was short, labored as I felt a wave of warmth coming from deep within. I mind-absently rubbed my legs together, bit at my forefinger because arousal was strangling me. She was there, only a few feet away. I could reach her, I could go there and ravish her. I wanted to but yesterday we agree on a bet. I had to keep my hands in my pockets, resist her beauty, resist my mistress. I should be a good girl but HOW COULD I BE? How could I, when all I wanted was to join her, make love to her...let her possess me completely?!

I felt a large hand on my neck, squeezing it lightly, just enough to make me realize he was awake. I almost squealed but bit at my forefinger harder. He was awake! I could tell it was him, not just because I could read his psychic print, but his scent was familiar. HIs touch was familiar. I knew Katarina could see us from where she was, with her powers and it aroused me even more. Marcos large free hand stroked my leg before he reached the bottom of the large shirt I was wearing. I shivered and tried to muffle my gasps. It was thrilling this way. Unexpected but thrilling anyway. I swallowed a lump as I felt his hand hastily push up the shirt and uncover my plump brown rear.

"She's watching you Asma... If you say her name you lose the bet and to spice things up, if you make some noise, you lose the bet." - Wait for what? I wasn't allowed to make a sound?-

"How come I can't make a--.." He silenced me with a hand on my mouth.

 "ta ta ta... no talking princess. Now let me say a proper "good morning"." He smirked and pulled away from my ears.

I heard a small noise, his boxers he got rid of and I felt his other hand push me behind, so I would bend over, lean my face against the door while he slammed himself from behind. It was a powerful thrust. The kind to make me scream but I had to keep my mouth closed. It took everything I have not to scream and swallow it back into my throat. Marcos was well endowed, for as far as I know. My eyes were almost revulsed as I tried to relish in the burning feeling between my legs. He didn't stop, didn't let me the time to adjust to his cock as he started to properly fuck me. My bumblebee eyes were still staring at Katarina who was pretending she didn't hear a single thing while I KNEW.. and could feel she was not missing a single bit of what was happening. She glanced at me, with her gorgeous hazel eyes, still trying to make me lose my bet as she was now applying some makeup on her face. A gorgeous red lipstick, red like blood to those lips I desperately wanted to kiss.

"Mmmmmpphhhh.. mmmhhh" I couldn't scream..I couldn't, not even when Marcos was hitting the right spots. Oh fuck, he was good! He was more than good! He was skilled! His name was just there, behind my closed lips but I refused to say it. His hips were smacking hard against my plump rear, making it jiggle and bounce against his abs. He groaned huskily, sending shivers down my spine and waves of pleasure through my whole body. Fuck! I wanted to scream. Katarina slowly pushed her chair away so she could put her creamy pale legs on the vanity and I nearly outstretched my hand towards her, but that hand was grabbed by my other lover, my King, who put it behind me so I could not escape from him. His other hand was not on my neck anymore but grabbed my hair and he leaned again against my shoulder to whisper in my ear.

"Scream my name!"

"N...Never.. I.. won't.. lose!" -I managed to whisper back, but he increased the strength of his thrust, literally brain fucking me now. He was going hard and deep, feeding my tight channel more of his mighty cock so I could surrender more easily, but I resisted. I did, even if he was pulling on my hair and knew I hardly could resist. He did, even if I was slightly restrained and couldn't escape. Oh, the idea was interesting, oh it was arousing... I should have screamed. I was on the verge of doing it but Elders were known to be proud creatures and I made a bet. I had to win!

"You!" -He thrust harder and stayed deeper inside of me.- "WILL.!" -Another thrust, and I almost screamed, my mouth was left open but I held back the sound. "SCREAM!" And he pushed again, this time Katarina looked at me and I lost the remnants of control I Had left. Since Marcos pushed again inside, I was left screaming his name. He was satisfied, the large grin on his lips informed me that I did surrender and lost my bet. But he wasn't done and I wasn't either. Katarina stood up and walked towards us.

"Morning loves. I see you two are having a lot of fun."

"Kat... aaah. I tried to win... but he.. but he.." Marcos was still casually fucking me. Did you think he'd stop? He released my hair and my arm so he could grab my waist and when Katarina came, he simply pulled her closer to french kiss her. I was barely keeping my balance with my hands on the wall

"He did a great job. And you've been a very naughty girl. I spotted you watching me... " She said as she yanked my head back. I grunted and nipped at my bottom lip.

"I wanted to say...hi.. ooohhhh..."

"You could have but you didn't. How about I join Marcos? Would you want it?" She asked, rubbing my lips with her forefinger before she slid it into my warm mouth. I nodded. of course I'd love her to join. Of course, our game would be better if she was there. Marcos would not complain. He never did actually and not just because it was Kat. I was his little princess, his baby girl while Katarina was his wife, my mistress... my friend. We knew where to stand in this relationship. I loved them both, they both loved me and they loved each other even more. What more could I have asked? What more tell me?!

Oh, of course, I could tell the rest of the story, but there are things that better not be known.